Sunday, March 16, 2008

Flicka...

So, successful insems can be done at home as well as at the doctor's office. Those choosing frozen goop-sicle can thaw said goop and check the motility via microscope. Those choosing fresh can make a variety of arrangements. Either way, the swim team needs to get launched somehow.

Sadly for many men, I'm sure, the myth of the turkey baster is just that: a myth. A huge, over-exaggerated, you've-got-to-be-kidding-me kind of a myth. Try a small syringe.

Mid-October: Late man-goop, again. Lesbians freaking out, again. Home insemination finds me being overly cautious and spending three hours in front of the TV with my pelvis in a variety of raised positions, just in case.

Funniest (OK - the only funny) part of the day: we were out of syringes and no pharmacies were open before our original insem time of 8:30. So, I purchased syringes from the veterinary section of the local tack and feed store. Bub has decided that if this cycle works, we will call the in-belly-baby "Flicka."

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Giggles and Raspberries - aptly named because at the time I was creating this blog, Peanut was blowing raspberries, and Meatball was giggling hysterically. Oh, Bubba was also trying to change an incredibly stinky diaper. I'm not sure which thing was the most comical.

About Me

I'm a mommy, marathoner, citizen lobbyist, and home canning lunatic. My bills exist in reality, therefore I must, too. So, I work for a pretty darn good company in "the city" (as city as you can get in Utah) while dreaming about living in the country and supporting my family by making unique jellies and preserves. It's all very Diane Keaton in "Baby Boom," isn't it?